One Big Happy (Crazy) Family

I guess to start off I should say that Aubrie has been officially with us since March 6th, 2014. Every day since has been quite the adventure.  It was really hard for just a few days, but once she came here March 10th, there was no looking back.  She adjusted almost instantaneously.  She is happy, healthy, amazing in every way. 


Our family has never been happier. 

If you are a parent then you should be able to relate to the craziness that develops in your household once children work their way into the picture.  More so for parents with three or more children.  Let's be honest, I daydream about how calm my house was when there were only three to look after.

I've settled into a nice routine for my week since all of the transitioning has taken place. The mundane tasks that I can pretty much complete on auto-pilot.  Wake up.. feed the baby, change his diaper.  Drag myself out of bed, find something to wear.  This consists of smell tests, the thorough once over for jelly fingerprints, make up spots, and random other stains that can show up after three little girls decide your closet is their club house. 

Then it's off to the bathroom. Brush my teeth, put on my makeup, find my deodorant that is wedged between the five million things that have collected behind my sink because it's the farthest for my 3 year old to reach and I may be able to actually make it through a whole deodorant stick with out finding chunks of it all over the house if I put it there. The whole time having to play 20 questions with the three year old at my feet.  "Mommy, is that your make up?" "Yes Penelope that's mommy's makeup." "Mommy, is that your eyes?" "Yes Penelope." "Mommy, can I have makeup too?" "In a minute Penelope." "Mommy you gotta brush you teef?" "I already did baby." "Mommy I'm gonna brush my teef?"
........... Lord give me patience.

And that's just what I have to do for myself. I still have to find the nine and five year old clothes for school.  Wake up and have them get dressed.  Put Lydia's hair in a pony tail. Remind them five times to find their shoes, coats, and back packs. All the while peeling every single one of them off of the baby who I'm trying to keep happy while I get all of this done.  Aubrie is the only one, every morning, that is either asleep still or chilling on the couch.  Thank you Jesus.

Then it's off to work until my lunch break that must be mapped out in advance for Miss Sunshine.  She has to know how many hours until I'm home again (Definitely no qualms with this. I love that she misses me).

Come home; feed baby; eat lunch; update Sunshine of how many hours until her sissy and I come home; go back to work.  Come home at 5:30 to a house that is either half way to being cleaned, looking like it was either abruptly interrupted or abandoned altogether OR it's a complete and utter disaster. I can't really focus on the state of the house though because it is now time to feed the screaming baby who has just registered that mama is home. Then I have to attempt to cook supper.  Tripping over kiddos the entire time and trying to avoid a new game of 20 questions.  Next is bath time and the glorious much anticipated favorite time of day BEDTIME.  

I get maybe thirty minutes of calm to myself before I end up passing out. 

Saturday's can be slightly different.  Cut out anything I have to do with the kids because obviously there's no school on Saturday.  Then we alter how I get woke up. If you are curious of what that consists of I have the perfect picture to sum it up...

Every Saturday. Every Sunday.



Yesterday was Saturday.  I got up, got ready, and headed to work.  Saturday's I only work until about 12:30 pm, so I get home and am immediately met with smell of pine sol. The wonderful super dad that I get to call my husband, has the whole clan busy cleaning our house.  Go papi.

Downstairs is looking fabulous, so he heads upstairs to fix the girls' bunk beds that have been falling to pieces after learning half of the boards weren't screwed in correctly.  (No worries though, it was the slats that held up the upper mattress, which did fall. On my three year old's head. She was fine).  I'm pretty impressed at this point.  My son is sweeping the downstairs floor, my girls are sorting toys, my husband is being his handy self, and I'm just chillin' feeding the baby. 

After I top off the Mitri monster, I start making lunch for everyone.  Grilled cheese, Ravioli, and mandarin oranges.  The kids are pumped for some ravioli.  

We get through lunch, to my surprise, with no fighting. No messes. No complaints.  Nap time is now in full effect. 

Or so I thought.

The girls, as usual, sound like they are in the midst of try outs to join the circus.  I go upstairs and warn them that it isn't play time, it's nap time.  If I have to come back upstairs I'm going to have to start confiscating things they like. 

As always they call my bluff fifteen minutes later.

I go upstairs without saying a word and pick up one of their favorite toy boxes and haul it out of their bedroom.  Their faces are priceless.

I come back in and calmly tell them that if I have to come back up, they will lose another toy box.  They stare wide eyed, nod their heads, and settle down into bed.

Two hours go by. Of perfect silence.  I'm pretty impressed with myself.

I should have known better.

I go upstairs on the hunt for something in my bedroom (for the life of me I can't remember what it was).  That's when I hear something very strange.  My two oldest girls voices.  

That's not what is strange (obviously) the strange part was where I was hearing the sound coming from.

Sure enough, to my surprise, I look out my window and there are those two little monsters on my ROOF!!! In princess dresses to boot. talking about "Watch out for the dragon sissy!"

Mom's about to show them a dragon.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU TWO DOING!!! GET YOUR ASSES BACK IN THAT BEDROOM NNNNOOOOWWW!!!"

I can't even describe the look on their faces. It'll be something I laugh about many years from now I'm sure.

A very long entry today for a very small climax to my story.  But, it gives you (my silent audience) a nice interlude to how I plan to evolve this blog.  Now that I no longer need it to vent my frustrations over our estrangement I will focus on how awesome (and sometimes crazy) our full house is.

Until next time...

~Namaste